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Page 37
We fed away , our face the blood forsook ; But they , with gait direct , to Lacoon ran . And first of all each serpent doth enwrap The bodies small of his two tender sons , Whose wretched limbs they bit , and fed thereon .
We fed away , our face the blood forsook ; But they , with gait direct , to Lacoon ran . And first of all each serpent doth enwrap The bodies small of his two tender sons , Whose wretched limbs they bit , and fed thereon .
Page 66
Lastly , stood War , in glittering arms yclad , With visage grim , stern looks , and blackly hued ; In his right hand a naked sword he had , That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued ; And in his left , that kings and kingdoms rued ...
Lastly , stood War , in glittering arms yclad , With visage grim , stern looks , and blackly hued ; In his right hand a naked sword he had , That to the hilts was all with blood imbrued ; And in his left , that kings and kingdoms rued ...
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1ο 20 Of priests , oh no , mass - priests , priests - cannibal , Who make their maker , chew , grind , feed , grow fat With flesh divine ; of that great city's fall , Which born , nursed , grown with blood , th ' earth's empress sat ...
1ο 20 Of priests , oh no , mass - priests , priests - cannibal , Who make their maker , chew , grind , feed , grow fat With flesh divine ; of that great city's fall , Which born , nursed , grown with blood , th ' earth's empress sat ...
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